| R. A. Lafferty |
Ð. À. Ëàôôåðòè |
| The Hole On The Corner |
Äûðà íà óãëó (Ïåðåâîä Òàòüÿíû Ïåðöåâîé) |
| Homer Hoose came home that evening to the golden clich?: the un-noble dog who was a personal friend of his; the perfect house where just to live was a happy riot; the loving and unpredictable wife; and the five children - the perfect number (four more would have been too many, four less would have been too few). |
Ýòèì âå÷åðîì Ãîìåð Õóç âåðíóëñÿ äîìîé, â ïðèâû÷íûé óþòíûé êðóã, êóäà âõîäèëè: ïåñ íåèçâåñòíîé ïîðîäû, ñ÷èòàâøèéñÿ åãî ëè÷íûì äðóãîì; ïðåêðàñíûé äîì, ãäå âñåãäà öàðèëà âåñåëàÿ ñóìàòîõà; ëþáÿùàÿ è íåïðåäñêàçóåìàÿ æåíà; è, íàêîíåö, ïÿòåðî äåòåé - èäåàëüíîå êîëè÷åñòâî (åùå ÷åòâåðî áûëî áû ÷åðåñ÷óð ìíîãî, ìèíóñ ÷åòâåðî - ÷åðåñ÷óð ìàëî). |
| The dog howled in terror and bristled up like a hedgehog. |
Ïðè âèäå õîçÿèíà ïåñ â óæàñå âçâûë è îùåòèíèëñÿ äèêîáðàçîì. |
| Then it got a whiff of Homer and recognized him; it licked his heels and gnawed his knuckles and made him welcome. |
Ïîòîì âñå æå óëîâèë çàïàõ Ãîìåðà è, óçíàâ åãî, ñòàë ëèçàòü ïÿòêè, ãðûçòü ïàëüöû è âñÿ÷åñêè âûðàæàòü ðàäîñòü ïî ñëó÷àþ ïîÿâëåíèÿ ãëàâû ñåìüè. |
| A good dog, though a fool. |
Õîðîøèé ïåñèê, õîòü è äóðàê. |
| Who wants a smart dog! |
Âïðî÷åì, êîìó íóæíû óìíûå?! |
| Homer had a little trouble with the doorknob. |
Ãîìåð íåìíîãî çàìåøêàëñÿ ñ äâåðíîé ðó÷êîé. |
| They don't have them in all the recensions, you know; and he had that off-the-track feeling tonight. |
Äàëåêî íå âî âñåõ êíèãàõ èìåþòñÿ îïèñàíèÿ ïîäîáíûõ óñòðîéñòâ, çíàåòå ëè, à ó íåãî ê òîìó æå ñåãîäíÿ áûëî íåêîå ñòðàííîå îùóùåíèå òî ëè ïîòåðÿííîñòè, òî ëè ðàñòåðÿííîñòè... êîðî÷å ãîâîðÿ, ñîñòîÿíèå, èìåíóåìîå "íå â ñâîåé òàðåëêå". |
| But he figured it out (you don't pull it, you turn it), and opened the door. |
Íî îí ðàçîáðàëñÿ â ÷åì äåëî (åñëè íå ïîëó÷àåòñÿ òÿíóòü, ñëåäóåò ïîâåðíóòü) è îòêðûë äâåðü. |
| "Did you remember to bring what I asked you to bring this morning, Homer?" the loving wife Regina inquired. |
- Òû íå çàáûë ïðèíåñòè òî, î ÷åì ÿ ïðîñèëà, Ãîìåð? - îñâåäîìèëàñü ëþáÿùàÿ æåíà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "What did you ask me to bring this morning, quick-heat blueberry biscuit of my heart?" Homer asked. |
- ×òî èìåííî òû ïðîñèëà ïðèíåñòè ìåíÿ ýòèì óòðîì, î áûñòðîâûïåêàåìûé ÷åðíè÷íûé áèñêâèò ìîåãî ñåðäöà? - ïîèíòåðåñîâàëñÿ Ãîìåð. |
| "If I'd remembered, I'd have phrased it different when I asked if you remembered," Regina explained. |
- Åñëè áû ÿ ïîìíèëà, ñôîðìóëèðîâàëà áû âîïðîñ èíà÷å, - ïîÿñíèëà ëþáÿùàÿ æåíà. |
| "But I know I told you to bring something, old ketchup of my soul. |
- Íî çíàþ, ÷òî òî÷íî ïðîñèëà òåáÿ î ÷åì-òî, î çàáðîäèâøèé êåò÷óï ìîåé äóøè. |
| Homer! |
Ãîìåð! |
| Look at me, Homer! |
Âçãëÿíè íà ìåíÿ, Ãîìåð! |
| You look different tonight! DIFFERENT!! |
Äà òû íà ñåáÿ íå ïîõîæ! ÍÅ ÏÎÕÎÆ! |
| You're not my Homer, are you! |
Òû íå ìîé Ãîìåð! |
| Help! Help! |
Íà ïîìîùü! |
| There's a monster in my house!! |
 ìîé äîì çàáðàëîñü ÷óäîâèùå! |
| Help, help! |
Ïîìîãèòå! |
| Shriek!" |
À-à-à! |
| "It's always nice to be married to a wife who doesn't understand you," Homer said. He enfolded her affectionately, bore her down, trod on her with large friendly hooves, and began (as it seemed) to devour her. |
- Äî ÷åãî æå ïðèÿòíî áûòü æåíàòûì íà æåíùèíå, êîòîðàÿ òåáÿ íå ïîíèìàåò, - îáúÿâèë à îìåð, ëàñêîâî îáíèìàÿ Ðåäæèíó è áðîñàÿ íà ïîë. Íå óñïåëà íåñ÷àñòíàÿ îïîìíèòüñÿ, êàê îí ïðèäàâèë æåíó ê êîâðó îãðîìíûìè ëàñêîâûìè êîïûòàìè è íà÷àë (òàê, ïî êðàéíåé ìåðå, êàçàëîñü ñî ñòîðîíû) åå ïîæèðàòü. |
| "Where'd you get the monster, Mama?" son Robert asked as he came in. |
- Ãäå òû ðàçäîáûëà ýòîãî ìîíñòðà, ìàìà? -óäèâèëñÿ âîøåäøèé ñûí Ðîáåðò. |
| "What's he got your whole head in his mouth for? |
- È ïî÷åìó îí çàïèõíóë òâîþ ãîëîâó ñåáå â ïàñòü? |
| Can I have one of the apples in the kitchen? |
Ìîæíî ÿ âîçüìó íà êóõíå ÿáëîêî? |
| What's he going to do, kill you, Mama?" |
Îí ÷òî, óáèâàåò òåáÿ, ìà? |
| "Shriek, shriek," said Mama Regina. |
- Àé-àé, - îòâåòèëà ìàìà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "Just one apple, Robert, there's just enough to go around. Yes, I think he's going to kill me. Shriek!" |
- Îäíî ÿáëîêî, Ðîáåðò, íå áîëüøå, ñ òåáÿ õâàòèò... Äà, äóìàþ, îí ðåøèë ìåíÿ ñúåñòü. |
| Son Robert got an apple and went outdoors. |
Ñûí Ðîáåðò âçÿë ÿáëîêî è âûáåæàë âî äâîð. |
| "Hi, Papa, what's you doing to Mama?" daughter Fregona asked as she came in. |
- Ïðèâåò, ïàïà, ÷òî ýòî òû äåëàåøü ñ ìàìîé? -óäèâèëàñü âîøåäøàÿ äî÷ü Ôðåãîíà. |
| She was fourteen, but stupid for her age. |
Åé óæå èñïîëíèëîñü ÷åòûðíàäöàòü, ïðàâäà, äëÿ ñâîåãî âîçðàñòà îíà áûëà óæàñíî ãëóïà. |
| "Looks to me like you're going to kill her that way. |
- Ïîõîæå, òû çàäóìàë åå óáèòü. |
| I thought they peeled people before they swallowed them. |
À ìíå âñåãäà êàçàëîñü, ÷òî ïðåæäå ÷åì ïðîãëîòèòü ÷åëîâåêà, ñ íåãî ñíà÷àëà ñäèðàþò êîæó. |
| Why! |
Îé! |
| You're not Papa at all, are you? |
Äà òû ñîâñåì íå ïàïà, âåðíî âåäü? |
| You're some monster. |
Êàêîå-òî ÷óäèùå. |
| I thought at first you were my papa. |
ß ñíà÷àëà ïðèíÿëà òåáÿ çà ïàïó. |
| You look just like him except for the way you look." |
Âûãëÿäèøü ñîâñåì êàê îí, åñëè íå ñ÷èòàòü òîãî, êàê òû âûãëÿäèøü. |
| "Shriek, shriek," said Mama Regina, but her voice was muffled. |
- Àé-àé, - ñîîáùèëà ìàìà Ðåäæèíà ñèëüíî ïðèãëóøåííûì ãîëîñîì. |
| They had a lot of fun at their house. |
Íè÷åãî íå ñêàæåøü, â ýòîì äîìå óìåëè ïîâåñåëèòüñÿ. |
| Homer Hoose came home that evening to the golden clich?: the u.n.d.; the p.h.; and l. and u.w.; and the f.c. (four more would have been too many). |
Ýòèì âå÷åðîì à îìåð Õóç âåðíóëñÿ äîìîé, â ïðèâû÷íûé óþòíûé êðóã, êóäà âõîäèëè: ï. í. ï.; ï. ä.; ë. è í. æ.; ï. ä. (åùå ÷åòâåðî áûëî áû ÷åðåñ÷óð ìíîãî). |
| The dog waggled all over him happily, and son Robert was chewing an apple core on the front lawn. |
Ñîáàêà ïðèâåòëèâî âèëÿëà õâîñòîì è ëàñòèëàñü. Ñûí Ðîáåðò æåâàë ñåðäöåâèíêó ÿáëîêà íà ïåðåäíåì ãàçîíå. |
| "Hi, Robert," Homer said, "what's new today?" |
- Ïðèâåò, Ðîáåðò. ×òî ñåãîäíÿ íîâîãî? |
| "Nothing, Papa. |
- Íè÷åãî, ïàïà. |
| Nothing ever happens here. |
Çäåñü âå÷íî òàêàÿ ñêóêîòèùà. |
| Oh yeah, there's a monster in the house. |
Àõ, äà, â äîìå ìîíñòð. |
| He looks kind of like you. |
×åì-òî íà òåáÿ ñìàõèâàåò. |
| He's killing Mama and eating her up." |
Ïîæèðàåò çàæèâî ìàìó. |
| "Eating her up, you say, son? |
- Ïîæèðàåò çàæèâî, ãîâîðèøü? |
| How do you mean?" |
Êàê ýòî? - ðàññïðàøèâàë Ãîìåð. |
| "He's got her whole head in his mouth." |
- Óæå çàãëîòèë åå ãîëîâó. |
| "Droll, Robert, mighty droll," said Homer, and he went in the house. |
- Ñìåøíî, Ðîáåðò, íè÷åãî íå ñêàæåøü, çäîðîâî ñìåøíî, - ïîõâàëèë Ãîìåð, âõîäÿ â äîì. |
| One thing about the Hoose children: a lot of times they told the bald-headed truth. |
Îäíîãî ó äåòî÷åê Õóç íå îòíèìåøü: îíè ïî áîëüøåé ÷àñòè ðåæóò ïðàâäó-ìàòêó â ãëàçà. |
| There was a monster there. |
 äîìå äåéñòâèòåëüíî îêàçàëñÿ ìîíñòð! |
| He was killing and eating the wife Regina. |
È îí äåéñòâèòåëüíî ïîæèðàë æåíó Ðåäæèíó. |
| This was no mere evening antic. |
È ýòî íå áûëî îáû÷íûì âå÷åðíèì ðàçâëå÷åíèåì. |
| It was something serious. |
Òóò ÷òî-òî ïîñåðüåçíåå. |
| Homer the man was a powerful and quick-moving fellow. |
à îìåð-÷åëîâåê áûë ñèëüíûì è ïðîâîðíûì ïàðíåì. |
| He fell on the monster with judo chops and solid body punches; and the monster let the woman go and confronted the man. |
Îí íàáðîñèëñÿ íà ÷óäîâèùå, ìîëîòÿ åãî êóëàêàìè è ïóñòèâ â õîä ïðèåìû äçþäî. Ìîíñòð îñòàâèë æåíùèíó è äâèíóëñÿ íà ìóæ÷èíó. |
| "What's with it, you silly oaf?" the monster snapped. |
- ×åãî òåáå, áåçìîçãëûé ìîíñòð? - ðÿâêíóë îí. |
| "If you've got a delivery, go to the back door. |
- Åñëè òû ðàçíîñ÷èê, òî è âõîäè ÷åðåç çàäíèå äâåðè! |
| Come punching people in here, will you? |
È íå÷åãî òóò êóëà÷èùàìè ðàçìàõèâàòü! |
| Regina, do you know who this silly simpleton is?" |
Ðåäæèíà, ìîæåò, òû çíàåøü, êòî ýòîò îñåë? |
| "Wow, that was a pretty good one, wasn't it, Homer?" Regina gasped as she came from under, glowing and gulping. |
- Íè÷åãî ïîçàáàâèëèñü, âåðíî? - ïðîïûõòåëà ðîçîâàÿ äîâîëüíàÿ Ðåäæèíà, ïîäíèìàÿñü ñ ïîëà. |
| "Oh, him? |
- Òû î íåì? |
| Gee, Homer, I think he's my husband. But how can he be, if you are? |
Ãîñïîäè, Ãîìåð, âåäü ýòî ìîé ìóæ... Íî êàê ýòî ìîæåò áûòü, åñëè òû óæå äîìà?! |
| Now the two of you have got me so mixed up that I don't know which of you is my Homer." |
Òåïåðü âñå òàê ñìåøàëîñü, ÷òî ÿ â òîëê íå âîçüìó, êîòîðûé èç âàñ ìîé Ãîìåð! |
| "Great goofy Gestalten!! |
- Áåñòîëêîâàÿ ÷îêíóòàÿ êóðèöà! |
| You don't mean I look like him?" howled Homer the monster, near popping. |
Õî÷åøü ñêàçàòü, ÷òî ÿ ïîõîæ íà íåãî? - âîçîïèë Ãîìåð-÷óäèùå, åäâà íå ëîïàÿñü îò çëîñòè. |
| "My brain reels," moaned Homer the man. |
- Ãîëîâà êðóãîì èäåò, - ïðîñòîíàë Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "Reality melts away. |
- Áðåä êàêîé-òî! Â ìîçãàõ ìóòèòñÿ! |
| Regina! |
Ðåäæèíà! |
| Exorcise this nightmare if you have in some manner called it up! |
Íåìåäëåííî èçãîíè ýòîò êîøìàð, ðàç óæ óìóäðèëàñü åãî âûçâàòü!.. |
| I knew you shouldn't have been fooling around with that book." |
Òàê ÿ è çíàë! Ãîâîðèë æå òåáå, íå ñòîèëî ñîâàòü íîñ â ýòó êíèãó! |
| "Listen, mister reely-brains," wife Regina began on Homer the man. |
- Ïîñëóøàé-êà, ìèñòåð çàìîðî÷åííûå ìîçãè, -íàêèíóëàñü Ðåäæèíà íà Ãîìåðà-÷åëîâåêà. |
| "You learn to kiss like he does before you tell me which one to exorcise. |
- Ñíà÷àëà íàó÷èñü öåëîâàòüñÿ, êàê îí, ïðåæäå ÷åì óêàçûâàòü, êîãî è îòêóäà èçãîíÿòü! |
| All I ask is a little affection. And this I didn't find in a book." |
Âñå, î ÷åì ÿ ïðîøó: íåìíîãî âíèìàíèÿ è ëþáâè, à ýòîãî â êíèãå íå íàéäåøü! |
| "How we going to know which one is Papa? |
- Íî êàê ìû óçíàåì, êîòîðûé èç íèõ ïàïà? |
| They look just alike," daughters Clara-Belle, Anna-Belle, and Maudie-Belle came in like three little chimes. |
Èõ íå îòëè÷èòü, - çàçâåíåëè êîëîêîëü÷èêàìè âïîðõíóâøèå â êîìíàòó äî÷åðè Êëàðà-Áåëë, Àííà-Áåëë è Ìîäè-Áåëë. |
| "Hell-hipping horrors!" roared Homer the man. |
- Àäñêèå êóçíå÷èêè! - âçðåâåë Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "How are you going to know-? |
- Êàê îíè óçíàþò, âèäèòå ëè! |
| He's got green skin." |
Äà ó íåãî êîæà çåëåíàÿ! |
| "There's nothing wrong with green skin as long as it's kept neat and oiled," Regina defended. |
- À ÷òî ïëîõîãî â çåëåíîé êîæå, åñëè, ðàçóìååòñÿ, åå âîâðåìÿ ÷èñòèòü è ñìàçûâàòü? - ïàðèðîâàëà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "He's got tentacles instead of hands," said Homer the man. |
- Ó íåãî âìåñòî ðóê - ùóïàëüöà! - íàñòàèâàë Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "Oh boy, I'll say!" Regina sang out. |
- Äà íåóæåëè? - ïðîïåëà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "How we going to know which one is Papa when they look just alike?" the five Hoose children asked in chorus. |
- Íî êàê ìû óçíàåì, êîòîðûé òóò ïàïà, åñëè èõ íå îòëè÷èòü? - õîðîì çàíûëè âñå ïÿòåðî äåòèøåê. |
| "I'm sure there's a simple explanation to this, old chap," said Homer the monster. |
- Óâåðåí, ñòàðèíà, åñòü êàêîå-òî ïðîñòîå îáúÿñíåíèå, - çàìåòèë Ãîìåð-÷óäîâèùå. |
| "If I were you, Homer - and there's some argument whether I am or not - I believe I'd go to a doctor. |
- Áóäü ÿ íà òâîåì ìåñòå, Ãîìåð... à ñåé÷àñ íå ñîâñåì ÿñíî, íà òâîåì ÿ ìåñòå èëè íåò, òî íàâåðíÿêà îòïðàâèëñÿ áû ê äîêòîðó. |
| I don't believe we both need to go, since our problem's the same. |
Âðÿä ëè ñòîèò èäòè îáîèì, ðàç ó íàñ îäíà ïðîáëåìà íà äâîèõ. |
| Here's the name of a good one," said Homer the monster, writing it out. |
Åñòü ó ìåíÿ îäèí íåïëîõîé ñïåöèàëèñò... Îí ÷òî-òî íà÷åðòèë íà ëèñòî÷êå áóìàãè. - Ýòî åãî èìÿ è àäðåñ. |
| "Oh, I know him," said Homer the man when he read it. |
- ß ñ íèì çíàêîì, - óäèâèëñÿ Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "But how did you know him? |
- À îòêóäà òû åãî çíàåøü? |
| He isn't an animal doctor. |
Îí âñå æå íå âåòåðèíàð. |
| Regina, I'm going over to the doctor to see what's the matter with me, or you. |
Ðåäæèíà, ÿ èäó ê äîêòîðó, ïîïðîáóþ ðàçîáðàòüñÿ, ÷òî òâîðèòñÿ ñî ìíîé... èëè ñ òîáîé. |
| Try to have this nightmare back in whatever corner of your under-id it belongs when I come back." |
Ïîñòàðàéñÿ ê ìîåìó ïðèõîäó çàãíàòü ýòîò êîøìàð â òîò óãîë ïîäñîçíàíèÿ, îòêóäà îí ïîÿâèëñÿ. |
| "Ask him if I keep taking my pink medicine," Regina said. |
- Ñïðîñè äîêòîðà, ñòîèò ëè ìíå äàëüøå ïðèíèìàòü òå ðîçîâûå òàáëåòêè, - âåëåëà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "No, not him. It's the head doctor I'm going to." |
- ß íå ê íåìó èäó, à ê ëåêàðþ ïî ìîçãàì. |
| "Ask him if I have to keep on dreaming those pleasant dreams," Regina said. |
- Òîãäà ñïðîñè, äîëãî ëè åùå ÿ äîëæíà âèäåòü ïðèÿòíûå ñíû. |
| "I sure do get tired of them. |
Íàäîåëè äîñìåðòè. |
| I want to get back to the other kind. |
ß õî÷ó âåðíóòüñÿ ê ñâîèì ïðåæíèì. |
| Homer, leave the coriander seed when you go." And she took the package out of his pocket. |
Ïîãîäè, Ãîìåð, îñòàâü ïåðåä óõîäîì ñåìåíà êîðèàíäðà, - âåëåëà Ðåäæèíà, âûíèìàÿ ïàêåòèê èç åãî êàðìàíà. |
| "You did remember to bring it. |
- Òû è â ñàìîì äåëå íå çàáûë èõ êóïèòü. |
| My other Homer forgot." |
Íå òî, ÷òî ìîé äðóãîé Ãîìåð. |
| "No, I didn't," said Homer the monster. |
- Ðàçóìååòñÿ, - êèâíóë Ãîìåð-÷óäîâèùå. |
| "You couldn't remember what you told me to get. Here, Regina." |
- È íåìóäðåíî, åñëè òû ñàìà íå âñïîìíèëà, ÷òî âåëåëà ìíå ïðèíåñòè. |
| "I'll be back in a little while," said Homer the man. |
- ß ñêîðî âåðíóñü, - ïîîáåùàë Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "The doctor lives on the corner. |
- Äîêòîð æèâåò íà óãëó. |
| And you, fellow, if you're real, keep your plankton-picking polypusses off my wife till I get back." |
À òû, ïàðåíü, äåðæè ñâîè ïëàíêòîíîñãðåáàòåëüíûå ïîëèïû ïîäàëüøå îò ìîåé æåíû. |
| Homer Hoose went up to the street of the house of Dr. Corte on the corner. He knocked on the door, and then opened it and went in without waiting for an answer. |
Äîøàãàâ äî óãëà óëèöû, ãäå ðàñïîëàãàëñÿ äîì äîêòîðà Êîðòà, à îìåð Õóç ïîñòó÷àë è, íå äîæèäàÿñü îòâåòà, îòêðûë äâåðü. |
| The doctor was sitting there, but he seemed a little bit dazed. |
Äîêòîð îêàçàëñÿ íà ìåñòå, ïðàâäà, âèä ó íåãî áûë íåñêîëüêî îòðåøåííûé. |
| "I've got a problem, Dr. |
- Ó ìåíÿ ïðîáëåìà, äîêòîð Êîðò, - íà÷àë Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| Corte," said Homer the man. "I came home this evening, and I found a monster eating my wife - as I thought." |
- Ïðèøåë äîìîé ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì è óâèäåë, êàê ìîíñòð ïîåäàåò ìîþ æåíó... òàê ÿ ñíà÷àëà ïîäóìàë. |
| "Yes, I know," said Dr. Corte. |
- Äà, çíàþ, - ðàññåÿííî îáðîíèë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "Homer, we got to fix that hole on the corner." |
- Ãîìåð, íàì ïðîñòî íåîáõîäèìî çàäåëàòü ýòó äûðó íà óãëó. |
| "I didn't know there was a hole there, Doctor. |
- ß íå çíàþ íè î êàêîé äûðå!.. |
| As it happened, the fellow wasn't really swallowing my wife, it was just his way of showing affection. |
Îêàçàëîñü, ÷òî ýòîò òèï âîâñå íå ãëîòàåò ìîþ æåíó çàæèâî, ýòî ó íåãî òàêîé ñïîñîá âûêàçûâàòü ëþáîâü. |
| Everybody thought the monster looked like me, and Doctor, it has green skin and tentacles. |
Âñå òâåðäÿò, ÷òî ìîíñòð - òî÷íàÿ ìîÿ êîïèÿ, íî, äîêòîð, ó íåãî çåëåíàÿ êîæà è ùóïàëüöà. |
| When I began to think it looked like me too, I came here to see what was wrong with me, or with everybody else." |
Êîãäà ìíå ïîêàçàëîñü, ÷òî îí è â ñàìîì äåëå íà ìåíÿ ïîõîæ, ÿ òóò æå ïîáåæàë ê âàì ðàçîáðàòüñÿ, ÷òî òóò íåëàäíî - òî ëè ñî ìíîé, òî ëè ñ îñòàëüíûìè. |
| "I can't help you, Hoose. |
- Íè÷åì íå ìîãó ïîìî÷ü, Õóç. |
| I'm a psychologist, not a contingent-physicist. |
ß ïñèõîëîã, à íå ñïåöèàëèñò ïî íåîáû÷íûì ÿâëåíèÿì. |
| Only one thing to do; we got to fix that hole on the corner." |
Åäèíñòâåííîå, ÷òî îñòàëîñü - çàìóðîâàòü ýòó äûðó íà óãëó. |
| "Doctor, there's no hole in the street on this corner." |
- Äîêòîð, íà óãëó íåò íèêàêîé äûðû. |
| "Wasn't talking about a hole in the street. |
- ß íå ïðî óëèöó, Ãîìåð. |
| Homer, I just got back from a visit of my own that shook me up. |
Âèäèòå ëè, ÿ òîëüêî ÷òî âåðíóëñÿ ñîâåðøåííî ïîòðÿñåííûì. |
| I went to an analyst who analyzes analysts. |
Õîäèë ê ïñèõîàíàëèòèêó, êîòîðûé ëå÷èò ïñèõîàíàëèòèêîâ. |
| 'I've had a dozen people come to see me with the same sort of story,' I told him. |
"Êî ìíå ÿâèëàñü öåëàÿ äþæèíà ëþäåé ñ îäíîé è òîé æå èñòîðèåé, - ñêàçàë ÿ åìó. |
| 'They all come home in the evening; and everything is different, or themselves are different; or they find that they are already there when they get there. |
- Îíè ïðèõîäÿò âå÷åðîì äîìîé è îáíàðóæèâàþò, ÷òî âñå èçìåíèëîñü: ëèáî îíè ñàìè, ëèáî äîìàøíèå. Èëè, êîãäà îíè äîáèðàþòñÿ äî ìåñòà, îêàçûâàåòñÿ, ÷òî ýòî ìåñòî óæå çàíÿòî! Èìè æå ñàìèìè! |
| What do you do when a dozen people come in with the same nonsense story, Dr. Diebel?' I asked him. |
×òî áû âû ñäåëàëè, äîêòîð Äèáåë, - ñïðîñèë ÿ åãî, - åñëè áû ê âàì çàÿâèëàñü êó÷à íàðîäà ñ îäíîé è òîé æå èäèîòñêîé ñêàçêîé?" - |
| " 'I don't know, Corte,' he said to me. |
"Íå çíàþ, Êîðò, - îòâåòèë îí. |
| 'What do I do when one man comes in a dozen times with the same nonsense story, all within one hour, and he a doctor too?' Dr. Diebel asked me. " 'Why, Dr. Diebel?' I asked. 'What doctor came to you like that?' |
- ×òî ìíå äåëàòü, êîãäà îäèí ïàöèåíò ïðèõîäèò äåñÿòü ðàç ñ îäíîé è òîé æå èäèîòñêîé èñòîðèåé? Äåñÿòü ðàç â òå÷åíèå ÷àñà - è ïðè ýòîì ñàì íàçûâàåòñÿ äîêòîðîì?.. |
| " 'You,' he said. |
Äà-äà, ýòî âû è åñòü, - ñêàçàë îí ìíå. |
| 'You've come in here twelve times in the last hour with the same dish of balderdash; you've come in each time looking a little bit different; and each time you acct as if you hadn't seen me for a month. |
- Çà ïîñëåäíèé ÷àñ âû ïðèáåãàëè äâåíàäöàòü ðàç ñ òåì æå âçäîðîì. Ïðè÷åì êàæäûé ðàç âû ñìîòðèòåñü íåìíîãî ïî-äðóãîìó è êàæäûé ðàç âåäåòå ñåáÿ òàê, ñëîâíî ìû ìåñÿö íå âèäåëèñü! |
| Dammit man,' he said, 'you must have passed yourself going out when you came in.' |
×åðò âîçüìè, ñòàðèê, äà âû, äîëæíî áûòü, ðàçìèíóëèñü ñ ñîáîé, êîãäà øëè ñþäà! Èëè âñå æå ñòîëêíóëèñü íîñ ê íîñó?" - |
| " 'Yes, that was me, wasn't it?' I said. |
"Òàê ýòî áûë ÿ? - àõíóë ÿ. |
| 'I was trying to think who he reminded me of. Well, it's a problem, Dr. Diebel,' I said. |
- Òî-òî ìíå ïîäóìàëîñü, ÷òî ïðîõîæèé êîãî-òî íàïîìèíàåò... Äà, âîò òàê ïðîáëåìà, äîêòîð Äèáåë! |
| 'What are you going to do about it?' |
È ÷òî âû ñîáèðàåòåñü ïðåäïðèíÿòü?" - |
| " 'I'm going to the analyst who analyzes the analysts who analyze the analysts,' he said. |
"Ïîéäó ê ïñèõîàíàëèòèêó, êîòîðûé ëå÷èò ïñèõîàíàëèòèêîâ, êîòîðûå ëå÷àò ïñèõîàíàëèòèêîâ, - ðåøèë îí. |
| 'He's tops in the field.' |
- Îí äîêà â ñâîåì äåëå". |
| Dr. Diebel rushed out then; and I came back to my office here. |
Ñ ýòèìè ñëîâàìè äîêòîð Äèáåë, ìîæíî ñêàçàòü, âûëåòåë èç äîìà, à ÿ âåðíóëñÿ ê ñåáå. |
| You came in just after that. |
Òóò è âû ïîäîñïåëè. |
| I'm not the one to help you. |
Íî ÿ âàì íè÷åì íå ìîãó ïîìî÷ü. |
| But, Homer, we got to do something about that hole on the corner!" |
Êñòàòè, Ãîìåð, íóæíî ÷òî-òî ñðî÷íî ïðåäïðèíÿòü íàñ÷åò ýòîé äûðû íà óãëó. |
| "I don't understand the bit about the hole, Doctor," Homer said. |
- Íèêàê íå ñîîáðàæó, î ÷åì âû òîëêóåòå, äîêòîð, -çàâåðèë Ãîìåð. |
| "But - has a bunch of people been here with stories like mine?" |
- Òàê âû ãîâîðèòå... íåóæåëè çäåñü óæå ïîáûâàëà öåëàÿ òîëïà, è âñå ñ òåìè æå æàëîáàìè? |
| "Yes, every man in this block has been in with an idiot story, Homer, except- Why, everybody except old double-domed Diogenes himself! |
- Äà, áóêâàëüíî êàæäûé æèòåëü ýòîãî êâàðòàëà ìåëåò îäíó è òó æå ÷óøü, åñëè íå ñ÷èòàòü... Èìåííî êàæäûé, çà èñêëþ÷åíèåì ñòàðîãî äâóõãîëîâîãî Äèîãåíà! |
| Homer, that man who knows everything has a finger in this up to the humerus. |
Ãîìåð, êëÿíóñü: îí, êîòîðûé çíàåò âñå íà ñâåòå, óâÿç â ýòîì äåëå ïî ñàìóþ ìàêóøêó. Ýòî îí âñå ïîäñòðîèë! |
| I saw him up on the power poles the other night, but I didn't think anything of it. |
Â÷åðà íî÷üþ ÿ âèäåë åãî íà ýëåêòðè÷åñêîì ñòîëáå, íî íè÷åãî òàêîãî íå çàïîäîçðèë. |
| He likes to tap the lines before they come to his meter. Saves a lot on power that way, and he uses a lot of it in his laboratory. |
Îí îáîæàåò âîðîâàòü ýëåêòðè÷åñòâî, ïðåæäå ÷åì îíî äîéäåò äî åãî ñ÷åò÷èêà, è òàêèì îáðàçîì ýêîíîìèò êó÷ó äåíåã, âåäü â åãî ëàáîðàòîðèè òðàòèòñÿ êó÷à ýíåðãèè! |
| But he was setting up the hole on the corner. |
Íî, îêàçûâàåòñÿ, îí ïðîäåëàë äûðó íà óãëó! |
| That's what he was doing. |
Ýòî åãî ðàáîòà! |
| Let's get him and bring him to your house and make him straighten it out." |
Äàâàéòå ñêðóòèì åãî, ïðèâåäåì â âàø äîì è çàñòàâèì âñå èñïðàâèòü. |
| "Sure, a man who knows everything ought to know about a hole on the corner, Doctor. |
- Äà óæ, ÷åëîâåê, çíàþùèé âñå, äîëæåí ðàçáèðàòüñÿ â äûðàõ íà óãëó. |
| But I sure don't see any hole anywhere on this corner." |
Íî ÿ, ÷åñòíîå ñëîâî, íå âèäåë íèêàêîé äûðû, êîãäà øåë ñþäà. |
| The man who knew everything was named Diogenes Pontifex. |
×åëîâåêà-âñåçíàéêó çâàëè Äèîãåíîì Ïîíòèôåêñîì. |
| He lived next door to Homer Hoose, and they found him in his back yard wrestling with his anaconda. |
È æèë îí êàê ðàç ðÿäîì ñ Ãîìåðîì Õóçîì. Íåçâàíûå ãîñòè íàøëè åãî íà çàäíåì äâîðå, ãäå òîò ñðàæàëñÿ ñî ñâîåé àíàêîíäîé. |
| "Diogenes, come over to Homer's with us," Dr. Corte insisted. |
- Äèîãåí, ïîéäåì ñ íàìè ê Ãîìåðó, - íàñòîé÷èâî ïðåäëîæèë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "We've got a couple of questions that might be too much even for you." |
- Ó íàñ òóò ïàðà âîïðîñîâ, êîòîðûå ìîãóò äàæå âàì îêàçàòüñÿ íå ïî çóáàì. |
| "You touch my pride there," Diogenes sang out. |
- Ìîÿ ãîðäîñòü çàäåòà! - ïðîïåë Äèîãåí. |
| "When psychologists start using psychology on you, it's time to give in. |
- Êîãäà ïñèõîëîãè íà÷èíàþò ïðàêòèêîâàòü ñâîþ ïñèõîëîãèþ íà òåáå, íóæíî ñäàâàòüñÿ. |
| Wait a minute till I pin this fellow." |
Ìèíóòêó, ÿ òîëüêî ïðèæìó ýòó êðîøêó. |
| Diogenes put a chancery on the anaconda, punched the thing's face a few times, then pinned it with a double bar-arm and body lock, and left it writhing there. He followed them into the house. |
Äèîãåí ïðîâåë çàõâàò ãîëîâû, íåñêîëüêî ðàç óäàðèë êóëàêîì â ÷åëþñòü òâàðè, ñêðóòèë åå äâîéíûì çàìêîì, çàêðåïèë ïîáåäó çàõâàòîì íà "êëþ÷" è îñòàâèë, áåñïîìîùíî èçâèâàþùóþñÿ è óêðîùåííóþ, à ñàì ïîñëåäîâàë çà Ãîìåðîì è äîêòîðîì. |
| "Hi, Homer," Diogenes said to Homer the monster when they had come into the house. |
- Ïðèâåò, Ãîìåð, - ïîçäîðîâàëñÿ îí ñ Ãîìåðîì-÷óäîâèùåì, âõîäÿ â äîì. |
| "I see there's two of you here at the same time now. |
- Âèæó, âàñ òóò äâîå. |
| No doubt that's what's puzzling you." |
Ïîíèìàþ, ýòî âàñ íåìíîãî ñìóùàåò. |
| "Dr. Corte, did Homer ask you if I could stop dreaming those pleasant dreams?" wife Regina asked. |
- Äîêòîð Êîðò, ñêàæèòå, äîëãî ìíå åùå âèäåòü ïðèÿòíûå ñíû? - îñâåäîìèëàñü æåíà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "I sure do get tired of them. |
- Äî ÷åãî æå îíè ìíå íàäîåëè! |
| I want to go back to the old flesh-crawlers." |
Õî÷ó âåðíóòüñÿ ê ñòàðûì óæàñòèêàì, îò êîòîðûõ ìîðîç ïî êîæå. |
| "You should be able to do so tonight, Regina," said Dr. Corte. |
- Äóìàþ, ñåãîäíÿ íî÷üþ âàì ýòî óäàñòñÿ, Ðåäæèíà, - ïîîáåùàë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "Now then, I'm trying to bait Diogenes here into telling us what's going on. |
- À ïîêà ÿ ïûòàþñü âûçâàòü Äèîãåíà íà îòêðîâåííîñòü. Ïóñòü ñêàæåò, ÷òî òóò òâîðèòñÿ. |
| I'm sure he knows. |
Óæ åìó-òî íàâåðíÿêà ýòî èçâåñòíî. |
| And if you would skip the first part, Diogenes, about all the other scientists in the world being like little boys alongside of you, it would speed things up. |
È åñëè âû ïðîïóñòèòå ïåðâóþ ÷àñòü, Äèîãåí, íàñ÷åò òîãî, ÷òî âñå îñòàëüíûå ó÷åíûå, ïî ñðàâíåíèþ ñ âàìè, ïðîñòî äåòè ìàëûå, ýòî çíà÷èòåëüíî óñêîðèò äåëî. |
| I believe that this is another of your experiments like-Oh no! |
Ïî-ìîåìó, ïåðåä íàìè îäèí èç âàøèõ ýêñïåðèìåíòîâ, âðîäå... î, íåò! |
| Let's not even think about the last one! |
Ëó÷øå íå äóìàòü îá ýòîì. |
| "Tell us, Diogenes, about the hole on the corner, and what falls through it. |
Ðàññêàæèòå ëó÷øå î äûðå íà óãëó è î òîì, ÷òî èç íåå ëåçåò! |
| Tell us how some people come home two or three times within as many minutes, and find themselves already there when they get there. |
Îáúÿñíèòå, ïî÷åìó ëþäè ïðèõîäÿò äîìîé äâà èëè òðè ðàçà, à êîãäà ïåðåñòóïàþò ïîðîã, îáíàðóæèâàþò, ÷òî óæå ñèäÿò çà ñòîëîì. |
| Tell us how a creature that staggers the imagination can seem so like an old acquaintance after a moment or two that one might not know which is which. |
Ðàñòîëêóéòå, êàê ïîòðÿñàþùàÿ âîîáðàæåíèå òâàðü ÷åðåç ñåêóíäó ñòàíîâèòñÿ òàêîé çíàêîìîé, ÷òî åå íå îòëè÷èøü îò õîçÿèíà äîìà. |
| I am not now sure which of these Homers it was who came to my office several moments ago, and with whom I returned to this house. |
Äîøëî äî òîãî, ÷òî ÿ íå óâåðåí, êîòîðûé èç ýòèõ Ãîìåðîâ ïðèõîäèë â ìîé îôèñ ïîë÷àñà íàçàä è ñ êåì ÿ âåðíóëñÿ â ýòîò äîì. |
| They look just alike in one way, and in another they do not." |
Ñ îäíîé ñòîðîíû, îíè äâîéíèêè, ñ äðóãîé - ñîâñåì íåò. |
| "My Homer always was funny looking," Regina said. |
- Ìîé Ãîìåð âñåãäà ñòðàííîâàòî âûãëÿäåë, -âìåøàëàñü Ðåäæèíà. |
| "They appear quite different if you go by the visual index," Diogenes explained. |
- Åñëè ðóêîâîäñòâîâàòüñÿ âèçóàëüíûì íàáëþäåíèåì, îíè ñîâåðøåííî ðàçëè÷íû, -ïîÿñíèë Äèîãåí. |
| "But nobody goes by the visual index except momentarily. |
- Íî âåäü íèêòî íå ïðèíèìàåò âî âíèìàíèå âèçóàëüíûé ïîêàçàòåëü, ðàçâå ÷òî â ïåðâûé ìîìåíò. |
| Our impression of a person or a thing is much more complex, and the visual element in our appraisal is small. |
Íàøå âîñïðèÿòèå ïåðñîíû èëè âåùè êóäà ñëîæíåå, è âèçóàëüíûé ýëåìåíò çàíèìàåò â íåì âåñüìà ìàëîå ìåñòî. |
| Well, one of them is Homer in gestalt two, and the other is Homer in gestalt nine. |
Èòàê, îäèí èç íèõ Ã îìåð â ãåøòàëüòå-äâà, à äðóãîé - â ãåøòàëüòå-äåâÿòü. |
| But they are quite distinct. Don't ever get the idea that such are the same persons. That would be silly." |
È íå äåëàéòå ãëóïîñòè: íå âîîáðàæàéòå, ÷òî ýòî îäíà è òà æå ëè÷íîñòü. |
| "And Lord spare us that!" said Homer the man. |
- Ãîñïîäè, ñîõðàíè è ïîìèëóé! - âçìîëèëñÿ Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "All right, go into your act, Diogenes." |
- Ëàäíî, âàëÿéòå, Äèîãåí, äåëàéòå, ÷òî õîòèòå. |
| "First, look at me closely, all of you," Diogenes said. "Handsome, what? But note my clothing and my complexion and my aspect." |
- Ïîïûòàþñü îáúÿñíèòü. |
| "Then to the explanations: it begins with my Corollary to Phelan's Corollary on Gravity. |
Íà÷íó ñ ìîèõ êîììåíòàðèåâ ê Ôèëàíîâûì Âûâîäàì î ñèëå òÿæåñòè. |
| I take the opposite alternate of it. |
ß áåðó èõ ïðîòèâîïîëîæíûé âàðèàíò. |
| Phelan puzzled that gravity should be so weak on all worlds but one. |
Ôèëàí íèêàê íå ìîæåò ïîíÿòü, ïî÷åìó ñèëà òÿæåñòè òàê ìàëà âî âñåõ ìèðàõ, êðîìå îäíîãî. |
| He said that the gravity of that one remote world was typical and that the gravity of all other worlds was atypical and the result of a mathematical error. |
Îí óòâåðæäàåò, ÷òî ñèëà òÿæåñòè ýòîãî îòäàëåííîãî ìèðà òèïè÷íà, à ñèëà òÿæåñòè âî âñåõ îñòàëüíûõ ìèðàõ - àòèïè÷íà â ðåçóëüòàòå ìàòåìàòè÷åñêîé îøèáêè. |
| But I, from the same data, deduce that the gravity of our own world is not too weak, but too strong. |
Íî ÿ, îñíîâûâàÿñü íà òåõ æå äàííûõ, çàêëþ÷èë, ÷òî ñèëà òÿæåñòè íàøåãî ìèðà íå òîëüêî íå îñëàáëåíà, íî äàæå ñëèøêîì âåëèêà. |
| It is about a hundred times as strong as it should be." |
Ðàç â ñòî áîëüøå, ÷åì íåîáõîäèìî. |
| "What do you compare it to when you decide it is too strong?" Dr. Corte wanted to know. |
- Íî ñ ÷åì âû åå ñðàâíèâàëè, êîãäà ðåøèëè, ÷òî îíà ÷åðåñ÷óð âåëèêà? - âìåøàëñÿ äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "There's nothing I can compare it to, Doctor. |
- Ìíå íå ñ ÷åì ñðàâíèâàòü, äîêòîð. |
| The gravity of every body that I am able to examine is from eight to a hundred times too strong. |
Ñèëà òÿæåñòè âñåõ, êîãî ÿ ñìîã ïðîâåðèòü, áîëüøå, ÷åì íóæíî, ðàç â âîñåìüäåñÿò - ñòî. |
| There are two possible explanations: either my calculations or theories are somehow in error -unlikely - or there are, in every case, about a hundred bodies, solid and weighted, occupying the same space at the same time. Old Ice Cream Store Chairs! |
Íà ýòî åñòü äâà âîçìîæíûõ îáúÿñíåíèÿ: ëèáî ìîè âû÷èñëåíèÿ è òåîðèè íåâåðíû, ÷òî ìàëîâåðîÿòíî, ëèáî â êàæäîì ñëó÷àå â íàëè÷èè èìååòñÿ îêîëî ñòà òåë, îáëàäàþùèõ ìàññîé è îáúåìîì è çàíèìàþùèõ îäíî è òî æå ìåñòî â îäíî è òî æå âðåìÿ: Ñòóëüÿ Ñòàðîãî Êàôå-Ìîðîæåíîãî! |
| Tennis Shoes in October! |
Òåííèñíûå Òóôëè â Îêòÿáðå! |
| The Smell of Slippery Elm! |
Çàïàõ Ñêîëüçêîãî Èëüìà! |
| County-Fair Barkers with Warts on Their Noses! |
ßðìàðî÷íûå Çàçûâàëû ñ ×èðüÿìè íà Íîñàõ! |
| Horned Toads in June!" |
Ðîãàòûå Æàáû â Èþíå! |
| "I was following you pretty good up to the Ice Cream Store Chairs," said Homer the monster. |
- ß äîâîëüíî ëåãêî ñëåäîâàë çà âàøåé ìûñëüþ... äî ñòóëüåâ â êàôå-ìîðîæåíîì, - ïåðåáèë Ãîìåð-÷óäîâèùå. |
| "Oh, I tied that part in, and the tennis shoes too," said Homer the man. |
- Î, ÿ ñóìåë ïðîñëåäèòü ñâÿçü, äàæå êîãäà äåëî äîøëî äî òåííèñíûõ òóôåëü, - çàâåðèë Ãîìåð-÷åëîâåê. |
| "I'm pretty good at following this cosmic theory business. |
- Ìíå äàæå ïîíðàâèëàñü ýòà øòóêà ñ êîñìè÷åñêîé òåîðèåé. |
| What threw me was the slippery elm. |
Íî âîò íà ñêîëüçêîì èëüìå ÿ ñïîòêíóëñÿ. |
| I can't see how it especially illustrates a contingent theory of gravity." |
 òîëê íå âîçüìó, êàêèì ýòî îáðàçîì îí èëëþñòðèðóåò äîïîëíèòåëüíóþ òåîðèþ ñèëû òÿæåñòè. |
| "The last part was an incantation," said Diogenes. |
- Ïîñëåäíÿÿ ÷àñòü áûëà çàêëèíàíèåì! -âîñêëèêíóë Äèîãåí. |
| "Do you remark anything different about me now?" |
- Âû çàìåòèëè âî ìíå êàêèå-òî ïåðåìåíû? |
| "You're wearing a different suit now, of course," said Regina, "but there's nothing remarkable about that. |
- Íà âàñ, ðàçóìååòñÿ, äðóãîé êîñòþì, - îáúÿâèëà Ðåäæèíà, - íî ÷òî òóò îñîáåííîãî? |
| Lots of people change to different clothes in the evening." |
Ìíîãèå ëþäè âçÿëè ïðèâû÷êó ïåðåîäåâàòüñÿ ïî âå÷åðàì. |
| "You're darker and stringier," said Dr. Corte. |
- Âû ïîõóäåëè è ïîñìóãëåëè, - âñòàâèë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "But I wouldn't have noticed any change if you hadn't told us to look for it. |
- Íî ÿ íè÷åãî áû íå óâèäåë, íå ïîïðîñè âû ïðèñìîòðåòüñÿ âíèìàòåëüíåå. |
| Actually, if I didn't know that you were Diogenes, there wouldn't be any sane way to identify Diogenes in you. |
Ñîáñòâåííî ãîâîðÿ, íå çíàé ÿ, ÷òî âû Äèîãåí, íè çà ÷òî áû íå ñêàçàë! |
| You don't look a thing like you, but still I'd know you anywhere." |
Âû ñîâåðøåííî äðóãîé ÷åëîâåê, íî âñå æå ÿ áû ïîâñþäó âàñ óçíàë. |
| "I was first a gestalt two. |
- Ñíà÷àëà ÿ áûë ãåøòàëüòîì-äâà. |
| Now I'm a gestalt three for a while," said Diogenes. |
Òåïåðü ÿ ãåøòàëüò-òðè... ïîêà. |
| "Well, first we have the true case that a hundred or so solid and weighty bodies are occupying the same space that our earth occupies, and at the same time. |
Èòàê, âïîëíå î÷åâèäíî, ÷òî îêîëî ñòà òåë, îáëàäàþùèõ îáúåìîì è ìàññîé, çàíèìàþò îäíî è òî æå ìåñòî â îäíî è òî æå âðåìÿ. |
| This in itself does violence to conventional physics. |
Ýòî óæå ñàìî ïî ñåáå ÿâëÿåòñÿ ïåðåâîðîòîì â îáû÷íîé ôèçèêå. |
| But now let us consider the characteristics of all these cohabiting bodies. |
Äàâàéòå ðàññìîòðèì õàðàêòåðèñòèêè ýòèõ ñîñóùåñòâóþùèõ ìèðîâ. |
| Are they occupied and peopled? |
Îíè äåéñòâèòåëüíî íàñåëåíû ëþäüìè? |
| Will it then mean that a hundred or so persons are occupying at all times the same space that each person occupies? Might not this idea do violence to conventional psychology? |
È áóäåò ëè ýòî îçíà÷àòü, ÷òî ñîòíÿ èëè îêîëî òîãî ëè÷íîñòåé çàíèìàþò â îäíî è òî æå âðåìÿ ìåñòî, çàíÿòîå êàæäîé îòäåëüíîé ëè÷íîñòüþ? |
| Well, I have proved that there are at least eight other persons occupying the same space occupied by each of us, and I have scarcely begun proving. |
Èòàê, ÿ äîêàçàë, ÷òî ïî ìåíüøåé ìåðå âîñåìü ÷åëîâåê çàíèìàþò ìåñòî, ïðèíàäëåæàùåå êàæäîìó èç íàñ, à âïåðåäè åùå ñòîëüêî ðàáîòû! |
| Stark White Sycamore Branches! |
Ãîëûå Âåòâè Áåëîãî Ñèêîìîðà! |
| New-Harrowed Earth! (New harrow, old earth.) Cow Dung Between Your Toes in July! |
Òîëüêî ×òî Çàáîðîíåííàÿ Çåìëÿ! Êîðîâèé Íàâîç Ìåæäó Ïàëüöàìè Âàøèõ Íîã â Èþëå! |
| Pitchers'-Mound Clay in the Old Three-Eyed League! |
Ãëèíà Ãîðû Ïè÷åð â Ñòàðîé Òðåõãëàçîé Ëèãå! |
| Sparrow Hawks in August!" |
ßñòðåá-Ïåðåïåëÿòíèê â Àâãóñòå! |
| "I fell off the harrow," said wife Regina. "I got the sycamore branches bit, though." |
- Áîðîíà äî ìåíÿ íå äîøëà, õîòÿ íàñ÷åò âåòîê ñèêîìîðû âñå ÿñíî, - îáðîíèëà æåíà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "I got clear down to the sparrow hawks," said Homer the monster. |
- À ÿ âñå ïîíÿë, åñëè íå ñ÷èòàòü ïåðåïåëÿòíèêîâ, -âñòàâèë Ãîìåð-÷óäîâèùå. |
| "Do you remark anything different about me this time?" Diogenes asked. |
- Íó òàê ÷òî æå âî ìíå ïîìåíÿëîñü íà ýòîò ðàç? -ñïðîñèë Äèîãåí. |
| "You have little feathers on the backs of your hands where you used to have little hairs," said Homer the man, "and on your toes. You're barefoot now. |
- Íà ðóêàõ âûðîñëè ïåðûøêè, êàê ðàç â òåõ ìåñòàõ, ãäå áûëè âîëîñêè, - îñåíèëî Ãîìåðà-÷åëîâåêà. - Äà è íà íîãàõ òîæå - âû áîñîé. |
| But I wouldn't have noticed any of it if I hadn't been looking for something funny." |
Íî ÿ íè÷åãî áû íå çàìåòèë, åñëè áû íå èñêàë ÷åãî-òî ñòðàííîãî. |
| "I'm a gestalt four now," said Diogenes. |
- Òåïåðü ÿ ãåøòàëüò-÷åòûðå, - îáúÿâèë Äèîãåí. |
| "My conduct is likely to become a little extravagant." |
- Âïîëíå âîçìîæíî, ìîå ïîâåäåíèå ñòàíåò íåñêîëüêî ýêñòðàâàãàíòíûì. |
| "It always was," said Dr. Corte. |
- Ìîæíî ïîäóìàòü, êîãäà-òî áûëî èíà÷å, -áóðêíóë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "But not as much as if I were a gestalt five," said Diogenes. |
- Íî íå òàêèì, êàê áóäü ÿ ãåøòàëüòîì-ïÿòü, -âîçðàçèë Äèîãåí. |
| "As a five, I might take a Pan-like leap onto the shoulders of young Fregona here, or literally walk barefoot through the hair of the beautiful Regina as she stands there. |
- Èíà÷å ìîã áû, ïîäîáíî Ïàíó, ñêàêíóòü íà ïëå÷è þíîé Ôðåãîíû èëè, ôèãóðàëüíî ãîâîðÿ, ïðîéòèñü áîñûìè íîãàìè ïî âîëîñàì ïðåëåñòíîé Ðåäæèíû. |
| Many normal gestalt twos become gestalt fours or fives in their dreams. |
Ìíîãèå íîðìàëüíûå ãåøòàëüòû-äâà ñòàíîâÿòñÿ âî ñíå ãåøòàëüòàìè-÷åòûðå èëè ïÿòü. |
| It seems that Regina does. |
Ïîõîæå, Ðåäæèíà ñ ýòèì ñîãëàñèòñÿ. |
| "I found the shadow, but not the substance, of the whole situation in the psychology of Jung. |
Èòàê, ÿ íàøåë òåíü (íî íå ñóùíîñòü) â ïñèõîëîãèè Þíãà. |
| Jung served me as the second element in this, for it was the errors of Phelan and Jung in widely different fields that set me on the trail of the truth. |
Þíã ïîñëóæèë ìíå âî âñåé ýòîé èñòîðèè âòîðûì ýëåìåíòîì, èáî èìåííî îøèáêè Ôèëàíà è Þíãà â ñîâåðøåííî ðàçëè÷íûõ îáëàñòÿõ íàâåëè ìåíÿ íà ïóòü èñòèíû. |
| What Jung really says is that each of us is a number of persons in depth. |
Þíã ñ÷èòàåò, ÷òî â äóøå êàæäîãî èç íàñ ñóùåñòâóåò ìíîæåñòâî ëè÷íîñòåé. |
| This I consider silly. |
Ïî-ìîåìó, ýòî ãëóïîñòü. |
| There is something about such far-out theories that repels me. |
×òî-òî â ïîäîáíûõ çàóìíûõ òåîðèÿõ ìåíÿ âîçìóùàåò. |
| The truth is that our counterparts enter into our unconsciousness and dreams only by accident, as being most of the time in the same space that we occupy. |
Ïðàâäà çàêëþ÷àåòñÿ â òîì, ÷òî íàøè äâîéíèêè âõîäÿò â íàøå ñîçíàíèå è ñíû òîëüêî ïî ñëó÷àéíîñòè, ïîñêîëüêó íàõîäÿòñÿ â òî æå âðåìÿ è â òîì ìåñòå, êîòîðîå çàíèìàåì ìû. |
| But we are all separate and independent persons. And we may, two or more of us, be present in the same frame at the same time, and then in a near, but not the same, place. |
Íî âñå ìû îòäåëüíûå è íåçàâèñèìûå ëè÷íîñòè è ñïîñîáíû íàõîäèòüñÿ â îäíî è òî æå âðåìÿ â îäíîì è òîì æå îêðóæåíèè èëè ðÿäîì. Íî íå â îäíîì ìåñòå. |
| Witness the gestalt two and the gestalt nine Homers here present. |
Ïðèìåðîì òîìó ñëóæàò ãåøòàëüò-äâà è ãåøòàëüò-äåâÿòü ïðèñóòñòâóþùèõ çäåñü Ãîìåðîâ. |
| "I've been experimenting to see how far I can go with it, and the gestalt nine is the furthest I have brought it so far. |
ß äîëãî ýêñïåðèìåíòèðîâàë, ÷òîáû óçíàòü, êàê äàëåêî ñìîãó çàéòè, è ïîêà ÷òî îñòàíîâèëñÿ íà ãåøòàëüòå-äåâÿòü. |
| I do not number the gestalten in the order of their strangeness to our own norm, but in the order in which I have discovered them. |
ß íóìåðóþ ãåøòàëüòû íå ïî ñòåïåíè èõ íåîáû÷íîñòè ïî îòíîøåíèþ ê íàøåé íîðìå, íî â òîì ïîðÿäêå, â êîòîðîì èõ îáíàðóæèâàë. |
| I'm convinced that the concentric and congravitic worlds and people complexes number near a hundred, however." |
Óáåæäåí, ÷òî ñóùåñòâóåò íå ìåíåå ñòà êîíöåíòðè÷åñêèõ è êîíãðàâèòàöèîííûõ ìèðîâ. |
| "Well, there is a hole on the corner, isn't there?" Dr. Corte asked. |
- Ïðèçíàâàéòåñü, íà óãëó óëèöû åñòü äûðà? -äîïûòûâàëñÿ äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "Yes, I set it up by the bus stop as a convenient evening point of entry for the people of this block," said Diogenes. |
- Äà, ÿ ñàì åå ñîçäàë ðÿäîì ñ àâòîáóñíîé îñòàíîâêîé, êàê íàèáîëåå ïîäõîäÿùåå ìåñòî ïîÿâëåíèÿ äëÿ æèòåëåé êâàðòàëà, - êèâíóë Äèîãåí. |
| "I've had lots of opportunity to study the results these last two days." |
- Çà ïîñëåäíèå äâà äíÿ ìíå ïðåäñòàâèëîñü íåìàëî âîçìîæíîñòåé èçó÷èòü ðåçóëüòàòû. |
| "Well, just how do you set up a hole on the corner?" Dr. Corte persisted. |
- Íî êàêèì îáðàçîì âàì ýòî óäàëîñü? - íå îòñòàâàë Êîðò. |
| "Believe me, Corte, it took a lot of imagination," Diogenes said. "I mean it literally. |
- Ïîâåðüòå, Êîðò, ïîòðåáîâàëîñü íåìàëîå âîîáðàæåíèå, - âçäîõíóë Äèîãåí. |
| I drew so deeply on my own psychic store to construct the thing that it left me shaken, and I have the most manifold supply of psychic images of any person I know. |
- ß ïî÷òè èñòîùèë çàïàñû ñâîåé ïñèõèêè, ÷òîáû ñîîðóäèòü îäíó øòóêó, çàòî òåïåðü â ìîåì ðàñïîðÿæåíèè èìåþòñÿ ñàìûå ðàçíîñòîðîííèå ïñèõîëîãè÷åñêèå îáðàçû ëþáîãî ìîåãî çíàêîìîãî. |
| I've also set up magnetic amplifiers on both sides of the street, but it is my original imagery that they amplify. I see a never-ending field of study in this." |
Êðîìå òîãî, ÿ óñòàíîâèë óñèëèòåëè ïî îáå ñòîðîíû óëèöû, íî îíè ëèøü êîíöåíòðèðóþò ìîè èñõîäíûå ïðåäñòàâëåíèÿ... ß âèæó çäåñü íåîáúÿòíîå ïîëå äëÿ èññëåäîâàíèé. |
| "Just what is the incantation stuff that takes you from one gestalt to another?" Homer the monster asked. |
- Íî ÷òî ýòî çà çàêëèíàíèÿ, êîòîðûå ïåðåíîñÿò âàñ èç îäíîãî ãåøòàëüòà â äðóãîé? - ïîèíòåðåñîâàëñÿ Ãîìåð-÷óäîâèùå. |
| "It is only one of dozens of possible modes of entry, but I sometimes find it the easiest," said Diogenes. |
- Ýòî âñåãî ëèøü îäíà èç äåñÿòêîâ âîçìîæíûõ ìîäåëåé âõîäà, íî èíîãäà îíà êàæåòñÿ ìíå ñàìîé ëåãêîé, - ïîÿñíèë Äèîãåí. |
| "It is Immediacy Remembered, or the Verbal Ramble. |
- Ñîõðàíåííàÿ â ïàìÿòè Áåçîòëàãàòåëüíîñòü èëè Âåðáàëüíûé Áðåä. |
| It is the Evocation - an intuitive or charismatic entry. |
Âûçîâ Äóõîâ, èíòóèòèâíûé èëè õàðèçìàòè÷åñêèé âõîä. |
| I often use it in the Bradmont Motif - named by me from two as-aff writers in the twentieth century." |
ß ÷àñòî èñïîëüçóþ åãî â Ìîòèâå Áðåäìîíòà, íàçâàíèå êîòîðîãî ïðî÷åë ó äâóõ çàáûòûõ ïèñàòåëåé äâàäöàòîãî âåêà. |
| "You speak of it as if... well, isn't this the twentieth century?" Regina asked. |
- Âû ãîâîðèòå òàê, ñëîâíî... ðàçâå ìû æèâåì íå â äâàäöàòîì âåêå? - óäèâèëàñü Ðåäæèíà. |
| "This the twentieth? |
- À ýòî äâàäöàòûé?! |
| Why, you're right! |
Äà âåäü âû ïðàâû! |
| I guess it is," Diogenes agreed. |
Òî÷íî, äâàäöàòûé! - ñîãëàñèëñÿ Äèîãåí. |
| "You see, I carry on experiments in other fields also, and sometimes I get my times mixed. |
- Âèäèòå ëè, ÿ ïðîâîæó ýêñïåðèìåíòû è â äðóãèõ îáëàñòÿõ, òàê ÷òî èíîãäà â ãîëîâå ìåøàþòñÿ âðåìåíà è ýïîõè. |
| All of you, I believe, do sometimes have moments of peculiar immediacy and vividness. |
Íàñêîëüêî ÿ ïîíèìàþ, ó âñåõ âàñ ñëó÷àþòñÿ ìîìåíòû îñîáîé ÿðêîñòè è íåïîñðåäñòâåííîãî âîñïðèÿòèÿ. |
| It seems then as if the world were somehow fresher in that moment, as though it were a new world. |
Âñå êàæåòñÿ íåâåðîÿòíî ñâåæèì, ñëîâíî ìèð ñîçäàí çàíîâî. |
| And the explanation is that, to you, it is a new world. |
È îáúÿñíåíèåì ýòîìó ñëóæèò òî, ÷òî äëÿ âàñ ýòî è â ñàìîì äåëå íîâûé ìèð. |
| You have moved, for a moment, into a different gestalt. |
Òî åñòü íà ìãíîâåíèå âû ïåðåìåñòèëèñü â íîâûé ãåøòàëüò. |
| There are many accidental holes or modes of entry, but mine is the only contrived one I know." |
Ñóùåñòâóåò ìíîæåñòâî ñëó÷àéíûõ äûð èëè ìîäåëåé âõîäà, íî ìîé ìåòîä - åäèíñòâåííûé, êîòîðûé ÿ ñóìåë ïðèäóìàòü ñàì. |
| "There's a discrepancy here," said Dr. Corte. |
- Òóò êàêîå-òî íåñîîòâåòñòâèå, - âîçðàçèë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "If the persons are separate, how can you change from one to another?" |
- Åñëè, êàê âû óòâåðæäàåòå, ëè÷íîñòè îòäåëüíû è íåçàâèñèìû, êàê æå ìîæíî ïåðåâîïëîùàòüñÿ èç îäíîé â äðóãóþ? |
| "I do not change from one person to another," said Diogenes. |
- Íî ÿ âîâñå íå ïåðåâîïëîùàþñü èç îäíîé â äðóãóþ, - îòìàõíóëñÿ Äèîãåí. |
| "There have been three different Diogenes lecturing you here in series. |
- Çäåñü âàì ÷èòàëè ëåêöèè òðè Äèîãåíà ïîäðÿä. |
| Fortunately, my colleagues and I, being of like scientific mind, work together in close concert. |
Ê ñ÷àñòüþ, ÿ è ìîè êîëëåãè - åäèíîìûøëåííèêè, ìû ðàáîòàåì â òåñíîì êîíòàêòå. |
| We have made a successful experiment in substitution acceptance on you here this evening. |
Òîëüêî ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì ìû ïðîâåëè íà âàñ óñïåøíûé ýêñïåðèìåíò ïî ïðèçíàíèþ çàìåí. |
| Oh, the ramifications of this thing! |
Î, êàêèå ðåçóëüòàòû! |
| The aspects to be studied. |
Êàêèå ïåðñïåêòèâû èññëåäîâàíèé! |
| I will take you out of your narrow gestalt-two world and show you worlds upon worlds." |
ß âûâåäó âàñ èç óçêîãî êðóãà ãåøòàëüòà-äâà è ïîêàæó íîâûå ìèðû. Ìèëëèîíû íîâûõ ìèðîâ! |
| "You talk about the gestalt-two complex that we normally belong to," said wife Regina, "and about others up to gestalt nine and maybe a hundred. |
- Âû ãîâîðèòå î êîìïëåêñå ãåøòàëüò-äâà, ê êîòîðîìó ìû îáû÷íî ïðèíàäëåæèì, - ñêàçàëà æåíà Ðåäæèíà. - À òàêæå î äðóãèõ - äî ãåøòàëüòà-äåâÿòü, à ìîæåò, è äî ñîòíè. |
| Isn't there a gestalt one? |
Íî ðàçâå ãåøòàëüò-îäèí íå ñóùåñòâóåò? |
| Lots of people start counting at one." |
Îáû÷íî ëþäè íà÷èíàþò ñ÷èòàòü ñ îäíîãî. |
| "There is a number one, Regina," said Diogenes. |
- Ïî÷åìó æå, îí åñòü, Ðåäæèíà, - çàâåðèë Äèîãåí. |
| "I discovered it first and named it, before I realized that the common world of most of you was of a similar category. |
- ß îáíàðóæèë è äàë åìó íîìåð åùå äî òîãî, êàê îñîçíàë, ÷òî îáû÷íûé ìèð áîëüøèíñòâà èç âàñ ïîäïàäàåò ïîä êàòåãîðèþ ãåøòàëüòà-äâà. |
| But I do not intend to visit gestalt one again. |
Íî ÿ íå ñîáèðàþñü ñíîâà ïîñåùàòü ñâîåãî äâîéíèêà èç ïåðâîãî ìèðà. |
| It is turgid and dreary beyond tolerating. |
Íåâåðîÿòíî íàïûùåííûé çàíóäíûé òèï. |
| One instance of its mediocrity will serve. |
Ïðàâäà, îäíà ãðàíü åãî çàóðÿäíîñòè äîñòàòî÷íî ïîëåçíà. |
| The people of gestalt one refer to their world as the 'everyday world.' Retch quietly, please. |
Ëþäè òèïà ãåøòàëüòà-îäèí èìåíóþò ñâîé ìèð ïîâñåäíåâíûì. |
| May the lowest of us never fall so low! |
Ïóñòü íèæàéøèå èç íàñ íèêîãäà íå ïàäóò òàê íèçêî! |
| Persimmons After First Frost! |
Õóðìà Ïîñëå Ïåðâîãî Çàìîðîçêà! |
| Old Barbershop Chairs! |
Ñòóëüÿ Ñòàðîé Öèðþëüíè! |
| Pink Dogwood Blossoms in the Third Week of November! |
Ðîçîâûå Áóòîíû Êèçèëà â Òðåòüþ Íåäåëþ Íîÿáðÿ! |
| Murad Cigarette Advertisements!!" |
Ðåêëàìà Ñèãàðåò "Ìþðàä"! |
| Diogenes cried out the last in mild panic, and he seemed disturbed. |
Ïîñëåäíþþ ôðàçó Äèîãåí âûêðèêíóë â òèõîé ïàíèêå è ïðè ýòîì êàçàëñÿ ÷åì-òî âñòðåâîæåííûì. |
| He changed into another fellow a little bit different, but the new Diogenes didn't like what he saw either. |
Îí ïðåâðàòèëñÿ â äðóãîãî, è ýòîìó íîâîìó Äèîãåíó íå ïîíðàâèëîñü òî, ÷òî îí óâèäåë. |
| "Smell of Wet Sweet Clover!" he cried out. "St. Mary's Street in San Antonio! |
- Çàïàõ Ìîêðîãî Ñëàäêîãî Êëåâåðà! - ïðîäîëæàë îí, - Ñåí-Ìýðè-Ñòðèò â Ñàí-Àíòîíèî! |
| Model Airplane Glue! |
Êëåé äëÿ Ìîäåëåé Àýðîïëàíîâ! |
| Moon Crabs in March! |
Ëóííûå Êðàáû â Ìàðòå! |
| It won't work! |
Íå âûøëî! |
| The rats have run out on me! |
Êðûñû íàáðîñèëèñü íà ìåíÿ! |
| Homer and Homer, grab that other Homer there! |
Ãîìåð è Ãîìåð, õâàòàéòå òðåòüåãî Ãîìåðà! |
| I believe he's a gestalt six, and they sure are mean." |
Ïî-ìîåìó, ýòî ãåøòàëüò-øåñòü, à îíè ñàìûå ïîäëûå! |
| Homer Hoose wasn't particularly mean. |
Ãîìåð Õóç áûë íå îñîáåííî ïîäëûì. |
| He had just come home a few minutes late and had found two other fellows who looked like him jazzing his wife Regina. |
Îí òîëüêî ÷òî âåðíóëñÿ, îïîçäàâ íà íåñêîëüêî ìèíóò, è óâèäåë äâóõ òèïîâ, ñìàõèâàþùèõ íà íåãî è îáõàæèâàþùèõ åãî æåíó Ðåäæèíó. |
| And those two mouth men, Dr. Corte and Diogenes Pontifex, didn't have any business in his house when he was gone either. |
Ìàëî òîãî, òóò æå òîð÷àëè ýòè êðàñíîáàè, äîêòîð Êîðò è Äèîãåí Ïîíòèôåêñ, êîòîðûì íå÷åãî áûëî äåëàòü â åãî äîìå â åãî æå îòñóòñòâèå! |
| He started to swing. |
Îí ðàçìàõíóëñÿ. |
| You'd have done it too. |
À êàê áû âû ïîñòóïèëè íà åãî ìåñòå? |
| Those three Homers were all powerful and quick-moving fellows, and they had a lot of blood in them. |
Ýòè òðè Ãîìåðà áûëè ïàðíÿìè ñèëüíûìè è ïðîâîðíûìè. Äà è êðîâè â íèõ áûëî õîòü îòáàâëÿé. |
| It was soon flowing, amid the crashing and breaking-up of furniture and people - ocher-colored blood, pearl-gray blood, one of the Homers even had blood of a sort of red color. |
Âîò îíà-òî è òåêëà ðó÷üÿìè, ïîä êðèêè ëþäåé è òðåñê ëîìàþùåéñÿ ìåáåëè, áëåäíî-æåëòàÿ êðîâü, æåì÷óæíî-ñåðàÿ êðîâü... ó îäíîãî èç Ãîìåðîâ äàæå îêàçàëîñü ÷òî-òî âðîäå êðàñíîâàòîé êðîâè. |
| Those boys threw a real riot! |
Äà, ýòè òðîå ìàëü÷èêîâ óñòðîèëè íàñòîÿùèé ïîãðîì! |
| "Give me that package of coriander seed, Homer," wife Regina said to the latest Homer as she took it from his pocket. |
- Äàé ìíå ïàêåò êîðèàíäðîâîãî ñåìåíè, Ãîìåð, -âåëåëà æåíà Ðåäæèíà ïîñëåäíåìó Ã îìåðó, âûíèìàÿ ó íåãî ïàêåò èç êàðìàíà. |
| "It won't hurt to have three of them. |
- ×òî æå, ÿ íå ïðîòèâ èìåòü â äîìå ñðàçó òðîèõ! |
| Homer! |
Ãîìåð! |
| Homer! |
Ãîìåð! |
| Homer! All three of you! |
Ãîìåð! |
| Stop bleeding on the rug!" |
Ïåðåñòàíüòå ïà÷êàòü êðîâüþ êîâåð! |
| Homer was always a battler. |
Ãîìåð âñåãäà áûë áîéöîì. |
| So was Homer. |
È Ãîìåð òîæå. |
| And Homer. |
Íå ãîâîðÿ óæå î Ãîìåðå. |
| "Stethoscopes and Moonlight and Memory-ah-in Late March," Dr. Corte chanted. |
- Ñòåòîñêîïû, Ëóííûé Ñâåò è Âîñïîìèíàíèÿ... ý-ý-ý... â Êîíöå Ìàðòà, - ïðîâîçãëàñèë äîêòîð Êîðò. |
| "Didn't work, did it? |
- Íå ñðàáîòàëî, âåðíî? |
| I'll get out of here a regular way. |
ß âûáåðóñü îòñþäà îáû÷íûì ñïîñîáîì. |
| Homers, boys, come up to my place, one at a time, and get patched up when you're finished. I have to do a little regular medicine on the side nowadays." Dr. Corte went out the door with the loopy run of a man not in very good condition. |
Ãîìåðû, ìàëü÷èêè, ïðèõîäèòå êî ìíå, êîãäà çàêîí÷èòå, è ÿ ïîäëå÷ó âàñ, êàê ìîãó. Ñ ýòèìè ñëîâàìè äîêòîð Êîðò âûøåë èç äâåðè ïîõîäêîé ÷åëîâåêà, íå ñëèøêîì óâåðåííî äåðæàâøåãîñÿ íà íîãàõ. |
| "Old Hairbreadth Harry Comic Strips! |
- Äóðàöêèå Ñòàðûå Êîìèêñû Ãàððè! |
| Congress Street in Houston! |
Êîíãðåññ-Ñòðèò â Õüþñòîíå! |
| Light Street in Baltimore! |
Ëàéò-Ñòðèò â Áàëòèìîðå! |
| Elizabeth Street in Sydney! |
Ýëèçàáåò-Ñòðèò â Ñèäíåå! |
| Varnish on Old Bar-Room Pianos! B-Girls Named Dotty! |
Ëàê íà Ïèàíèíî â Ñòàðîì Áàðå! |
| I believe it's easier to just make a dash for my house next door," Diogenes rattled off. And he did dash out with the easy run of a man who is in good condition. |
Äóìàþ, ìíå ëó÷øå óäðàòü äîìîé, ïî êðàéíåé ìåðå, äî íåãî íåäàëåêî, - ïðîòàðàòîðèë Äèîãåí è äåéñòâèòåëüíî ìåòíóëñÿ ê äâåðè áîäðîé ïðèïðûæêîé ÷åëîâåêà, óâåðåííî äåðæàâøåãîñÿ íà íîãàõ. |
| "I've had it!" boomed one of the Homers - and we don't know which one - as he was flung free from the donnybrook and smashed into a wall. |
- Ñ ìåíÿ õâàòèò! - ïðîðåâåë îäèí èç Ãîìåðîâ, ïðàâäà, íåèçâåñòíî êàêîé, êîãäà åãî âûðâàëè èõ êó÷è-ìàëû è øâûðíóëè î ñòåíó. |
| "Peace and quiet is what a man wants when he comes home in the evening, not this. |
- Ìèð è ïîêîé - âñå, î ÷åì ìå÷òàåò ÷åëîâåê, âîçâðàùàÿñü âå÷åðàìè äîìîé! Ìèð è ïîêîé - âñå, ÷òî åìó íóæíî, è ÷òî æå îí íàõîäèò â ñîáñòâåííîì æèëèùå?! |
| Folks, I'm going out and up to the corner again. Then I'm going to come home all over again. I'm going to wipe my mind clear of all this. |
Ïàðíè, ÿ ñîáèðàþñü ñíîâà ïðèéòè äîìîé è ñòåðåòü èç ñâîåé ïàìÿòè âñå ýòî áåçîáðàçèå. |
| When I turn back from the corner I'll be whistling "Dixie" and I'll be the most peaceful man in the world. |
È êîãäà ñâåðíó çà óãîë, áóäó ãðîìêî íàñâèñòûâàòü "Äèêñè" è âåñòè ñåáÿ êàê ñàìûé ìèðîëþáèâûé ÷åëîâåê â ìèðå. |
| But when I get home, I bet neither of you guys had better have happened at all." |
Íî êàê òîëüêî îòêðîþ äâåðü... âàì, ïàðíè, ëó÷øå ê òîìó âðåìåíè èñ÷åçíóòü! |
| And Homer dashed up to the corner. |
È Ãîìåð øàãíóë ê ïîðîãó. |
| Homer Hoose came home that evening to the g.c. -everything as it should be. |
Ýòèì âå÷åðîì Ãîìåð Õóç âåðíóëñÿ äîìîé â ï. ó. ê.: âñå áûëî íà ìåñòå. |
| He found his house in order and his wife Regina alone. |
Îí íàøåë æåíó Ðåäæèíó â ïðèÿòíîì îäèíî÷åñòâå. |
| "Did you remember to bring the coriander seed, Homer, little gossamer of my fusus?" Regina asked him. |
- Òû íå çàáûë ïðèíåñòè êîðèàíäðîâûå ñåìåíà, Ã îìåð, ëåãêàÿ ïàóòèíêà ìîåé äóøè? -îñâåäîìèëàñü æåíà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "Ah, I remembered to get it, Regina, but I don't seem to have it in my pocket now. |
- Âðîäå áû íå çàáûë èõ êóïèòü, Ðåäæèíà, íî ïî÷åìó-òî â êàðìàíå íè÷åãî íåò. |
| I'd rather you didn't ask me where I lost it. |
Ëó÷øå íå ñïðàøèâàé, ãäå ÿ óñïåë èõ ïîòåðÿòü. |
| There's something I'm trying to forget. |
ß è áåç òîãî ïûòàþñü ÷òî-òî çàáûòü. |
| Regina, I didn't come home this evening before this, did I?" |
Ðåäæèíà, ÿ ñëó÷àéíî íå ïðèõîäèë óæå ïåðåä ýòèì äîìîé? |
| "Not that I remember, little dolomedes sexpunctatus." |
- Íå ïîìíþ òàêîãî, ìàëåíüêàÿ òðåõöâåòíàÿ ôèàëêà. |
| "And there weren't a couple other guys here who looked just like me only different?" |
- È çäåñü íå áûëî äâóõ ïàðíåé, ïîõîæèõ íà ìåíÿ, êàê êàïëè âîäû, òîëüêî ÷óòî÷êó äðóãèõ? |
| "No, no, little cobby. |
- Íåò-íåò, êðîøêà. |
| I love you and all that, but nothing else could look like you. |
ß ëþáëþ òåáÿ, è âñå òàêîå, íî íèêòî è íèêîãäà íå ìîæåò âûãëÿäåòü, êàê òû. |
| Nobody has been here but you. |
È íèêîãî, êðîìå òåáÿ, çäåñü íå áûëî. |
| Kids! |
Äåòè! |
| Get ready for supper! |
Óæèíàòü! |
| Papa's home!" |
Ïàïà ïðèøåë! |
| "Then it's all right," Homer said. |
- Ïîðÿäîê, - êèâíóë Ãîìåð. |
| "I was just daydreaming on my way home, and all that stuff never happened. |
- Ïðîñòî çàìå÷òàëñÿ ïî ïóòè äîìîé, òàê ÷òî âñå ýòî ìíå ïðèâèäåëîñü. |
| Here I am in the perfect house with my wife Regina, and the kids'll be underfoot in just a second. |
È âîò ÿ çäåñü, â ñâîåì ïðåêðàñíîì äîìå, ñî ñâîåé æåíîé Ðåäæèíîé, è ÷åðåç ñåêóíäó ïðèáåãóò äåòè. |
| I never realized how wonderful it was. AHHHHNNN!!! YOU'RE NOT REGINA!!" |
Ðàíüøå ÿ è íå ñîçíàâàë, êàê âñå ýòî çàìå÷àòåëüíî. À-à-à-à... ÒÛ ÍÅ ÐÅÄÆÈÍÀ!!! |
| "But of course I am, Homer. |
- Íó, êîíå÷íî, Ãîìåð, ÿ Ðåäæèíà. |
| Lycosa Regina is my species name. |
Ëèêîçà Ðåäæèíà, íàçâàíèå ìîåãî âèäà. |
| Well, come, come, you know how I enjoy our evenings together." |
Íó æå, èäåì, òû âåäü çíàåøü, êàê ÿ îáîæàþ íàøè âå÷åðà âäâîåì! |
| She picked him up, lovingly broke his arms and legs for easier handling, spread him out on the floor, and began to devour him. |
Îíà ïîäõâàòèëà åãî, ìåäëåííî, ëþáîâíî ïåðåëîìàëà íîãè è ðóêè, ÷òîáû áûëî ëåã÷å óïðàâëÿòüñÿ, ðàçëîæèëà íà ïîëó è ïðèíÿëàñü ïîæèðàòü. |
| "No, no, you're not Regina," Homer sobbed. |
- Íåò-íåò, òû íå Ðåäæèíà, - âñõëèïûâàë Ãîìåð. |
| "You look just like her, but you also look like a giant monstrous arachnid. |
- Òû ïîõîæà íà íåå è åùå íà îãðîìíîãî ÷óäîâèùíîãî ïàóêà. |
| Dr. Corte was right, we got to fix that hole on the corner." |
Äîêòîð Êîðò áûë ïðàâ, íóæíî çàäåëàòü òó äûðó íà óãëó! |
| "That Dr. Corte doesn't know what he's talking about," Regina munched. |
- Ýòîò äîêòîð Êîðò ñàì íå çíàåò, ÷òî ãîâîðèò, -ïðîìû÷àëà Ðåäæèíà, ýíåðãè÷íî æóÿ. |
| "He says I'm a compulsive eater." |
- Âñå òâåðäèò, ÷òî ÿ ïàòîëîãè÷åñêàÿ îáæîðà. |
| "What's you eating Papa again for, Mama?" daughter Fregona asked as she came in. |
- Îïÿòü òû åøü ïàïó, ìàìà? - ñòðîãî ñïðîñèëà âîøåäøàÿ äî÷ü Ôðåãîíà. - Çà÷åì ýòî? |
| "You know what the doctor said." |
Òû âåäü çíàåøü, ÷òî ñêàçàë äîêòîð? |
| "It's the spider in me," said Mama Regina. |
- Ýòî ïàóê, êîòîðûé âî ìíå ñèäèò, - ïîæàëîâàëàñü ìàìà Ðåäæèíà. |
| "I wish you'd brought the coriander with you, Homer. |
- Æàëü, ÷òî òû íå ïðèíåñ êîðèàíäð. |
| It goes so good with you." |
ß òàê ëþáëþ ïðèïðàâëÿòü òåáÿ êîðèàíäðîì! |
| "But the doctor says you got to show a little restraint, Mama," daughter Fregona cut back in. |
- Íî äîêòîð ñêàçàë, ÷òî òåáå ïîëåçíî ñäåðæèâàòü àïïåòèò, ìàìà, - âìåøàëàñü äî÷ü Ôðåãîíà. |
| "He says it becomes harder and harder for Papa to grow back new limbs so often at his age. |
- Ïîòîìó ÷òî ïàïå â åãî âîçðàñòå âñå òðóäíåå è òðóäíåå òàê ÷àñòî îòðàùèâàòü êîíå÷íîñòè. |
| He says it's going to end up making him nervous." |
Äîêòîð ñêàçàë: êîí÷èòñÿ òåì, ÷òî ïàïà ðàíî èëè ïîçäíî ðàçíåðâíè÷àåòñÿ, è ÷òî òîãäà? |
| "Help, help!" Homer screamed. |
- Ïîìîãèòå! Ïîìîãèòå! - âîïèë Ãîìåð. |
| "My wife is a giant spider and is eating me up. |
- Ìîÿ æåíà - ãèãàíòñêèé ïàóê, ïîæèðàþùèé ìåíÿ çàæèâî! |
| My legs and arms are already gone. |
Ìîè íîãè è ðóêè óæå ñúåäåíû! |
| If only I could change back to the first nightmare! |
Åñëè áû ÿ òîëüêî ìîã ïðåâðàòèòüñÿ â ïåðâûé êîøìàð. |
| Night-Charleys under the Beds at Grandpa's House on the Farm! |
Íî÷íûå Ãîðøêè ïîä Êðîâàòÿìè â Äîìå Äåäóøêè íà Ôåðìå! |
| Rosined Cord to Make Bull-Roarers on Hallowe'en! |
Íàòåðòûé Êàíèôîëüþ Øíóð äëÿ Èçãîòîâëåíèÿ Òðåùîòîê íà Õýëëîóèí! |
| Pig Mush in February! |
Ñâèíîé Ðûíîê â Ôåâðàëå! |
| Cobwebs on Fruit Jars in the Cellar! |
Ïàóòèíà íà Áàíêàõ ñ Êîìïîòàìè â Ïîäâàëå! |
| No, no, not that! |
Íåò-íåò, íå ýòî! |
| Things never work when you need them. |
Íó äà, ðàçâå ïîëó÷èòñÿ, êîãäà íóæíî! Äà íèêîãäà! |
| That Diogenes fools around with too much funny stuff." |
Ýòîò Äèîãåí ñîâñåì çàðâàëñÿ ñî ñâîèìè øòó÷êàìè! |
| "All I want is a little affection," said Regina, talking with her mouth full. |
- Âñå, ÷òî ìíå íóæíî - ýòî íåìíîãî ëþáâè è âíèìàíèÿ, - ïðîìÿìëèëà Ðåäæèíà ñ ïîëíûì ðòîì. |
| "Help, help," said Homer as she ate him clear up to his head. |
- Íà ïîìîùü, íà ïîìîùü! - ñêàçàë Ãîìåð, êîãäà îò íåãî îñòàëàñü îäíà ãîëîâà. |
| "Shriek, shriek." |
- Àé-àé. |
